i used to think,
growing old is all sunshine and rainbows.
i imagined how it was for me,
turning 20 has always been so magical,
in my head, back when i was 12.
now that i am 19,
turning 20 next year,
i can't seem to feel anything.
the numbness in my heart.
the never ending ache that i am carrying,
for years on,
that never ends.
i miss thinking that adults know everything.
now that my innocence was taken away from me,
at such an early age;
i wish to never grow old.
i want what i have lost given to me,
again; for the last time.
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RETROUVAILLES - POETRY
Poetrywords that i can't speak out loud but in poetry, i can.
